I've been waiting on the slide Suggest I open wide No incentive to hide Happy coursing through my veins Don't even know my name When I'm up you're coming down Inside of me, some sight to see Some sight to feel our earthy bed When we're wrapped in polythene What's that supposed to mean Paper flowers bring me luck No birds in sight I fear Stick sticks in you my dear When I'm up you're coming down Some say I'm vague And I'd easily fade Foolish parade of fantasy Drink in your eyes Drink in you sighs Grass in my thighs my aching legs